Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 131: The Young Man Challenges the Nomad Flute, Fight the Whole of Lin ‘an (4)

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“Shang.”

Ximen Qiuhua spat out another breath, and the zither music changed again and again, like water flowing from a high mountain, it turned into a tidal wave that surged rapidly!

Countless threads slashed down like countless sword qi.

An Le finally moved. He raised Green Mountain in his hand and sword qi appeared. He handed it forward and bamboo branches appeared from afar. As they swayed, they disturbed countless threads.

Taking a step forward, he stared at the zither music aura that stretched like a river. As An Le waved Green Mountain, righteous sword qi surged out, brilliant and imposing, firm belief, unstoppable!

The Primordial Spirit mental power in An Le’s glabella was also released. When his Spirit Refinement stepped into the fourth realm, he already had an extraordinary bearing. The phantom of the sword waterfall appeared as if an invisible storm was pouring down, and the rain contained sword qi!

An Le crushed the zither notes step by step. With every step he took, heroic qi surged on his body, his battle intent surged, and his aura increased!

There were only thirty steps between him and Ximen Qiuhua, but it was filled with dense zither sounds and fluttering zither threads. Every thread of zither thread carried the sharpness of cutting off a head.

An Le used the Bamboo Branch Sword Technique to roughly slash out a path.

The battle between the two was divided into two types: the battle on mental power and the battle of techniques.

Sword Qi Draws Near carried the Ink Pool Sword into the darkness and brought with it a fatal attack at any time. Ximen Qiuhua used the zither music to seal the surroundings and was vigilant of the location of Sword Qi Draws Near, not giving An Le a chance. This was a battle of mental power.

The clash of techniques was the overlapping and changing of the zither notes. The killing intent brought about was all cut off by An Le’s Bamboo Branch Sword Technique.

Ximen Qiuhua’s head swayed gently, his left and right hands were playing the zither strings. His face was slightly pale, and his mental power was beginning to overdraft.

“Jiao!”

Ximen Qiuhua’s gaze focused, and his hands suddenly pressed down. The zither music seemed to have stopped in an instant, but at the next moment, Ximen Qiuhua’s slender fingers continuously slapped the zither.

“The daughter of Cai composed the eighteen songs of the Nomad Flute in the past.”

This was the Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

On the roof, the black tiles exploded, and 18 pieces of broken black tiles rose. In an instant, the zither music turned into a furious sandstorm of flowing water!

An Le held the Green Mountain Sword and changed form again. He advanced with the Youth Travel Sword Technique. The young man’s spirit soared into the sky and slashed through the endless yellow sand!

The mental power of the two Spirit Refinement cultivators collided, causing a storm to surge in all directions, and black tiles flew everywhere.

The young man challenged the Nomad Flute with his invincible aura!

Within 30 steps, sword qi swept out, and the righteous sword qi slashed down.

Ximen Qiuhua’s face was pale, his mental power could not hold on anymore. After using the first three notes, it was difficult for him to accumulate more

strength.

The more An Le fought, the more he surged, his aura overlapped as he approached Ximen Qiuhua.

Ximen Qiuhua’s eyes shone brightly, his battle intent was like a rainbow, and his hair fluttered in the wind, but he did not retreat. He hooked his fingers and pulled the zither strings, like a full moon, the bow was like a bolt of lightning!

This scholar who was full of Confucian aura also lived in the Falling Flower Pavilion.

At this moment, it was as if he had transformed into a sharpshooter who was killing the enemy!

The jade flute floated up and rested on the strings.

The zither was the string, and the flute was the arrow.

His music became a killing weapon!

He wanted to kill this young man in front of him who had the momentum of a mountain!

BANG!

Suddenly, there was an explosion. Before Ximen Qiuhua, who had condensed his mental power, could react, a broken black tile was suddenly filled with sword qi and slashed at the zither. The zither shattered and exploded!

Sword Qi Draws Near was effective on everything in the world!

Ximen Qiuhua spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura became chaotic, and he could no longer gather his strength. His pupils constricted, and the thick night suddenly turned into a ball of ink. The ink pulled out thin threads, like a completely black string…

It brushed past his neck, bringing with it a drop of dark red blood.

Ximen Qiuhua’s aura suddenly collapsed and he fell two steps on the roof. An

Le, who had slashed the long zither notes and zither threads with Green Mountain, came over without any obstruction. He pushed out a sword and pierced through Ximen Qiuhua’s chest before pulling it out again, bringing with it a puff of blood.

At this moment, the zither music disappeared and the sword qi dissipated.

Only the two people standing on the roof looked at each other.

One person’s eyes were filled with regret, but they also had the joy of fighting a good battle.

The invincibility in one person’s eyes had just been formed. His brilliant fighting spirit was like the sun, like a roc riding the wind!bender

It was as if at this moment, the invincible aura on his body surged like a wave and pointed his sword at the entire city.

Fight the whole of Lin’an!